(Tak) Bile Sepahit Bile

Section 26

"You sure you don't want to come with me to stay at Caesar's house?" ask the old man one last time before they leave.

Caesar's stepmother approached, embracing his arm that was holding a cane.

"I'll be here, baby. Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow I will visit you," he said seduce.

Caesar's father sighed, patting slowly on the woman's hand. Assisted by Caesar he went down the stairs on the porch to the boy's car.

Lisa and her son stood on the porch, waving their hands off her husband.

"Stupid! He's not afraid of us spending all his possessions" the young man still stared at Caesar's car carrying his father.

"Come on!" Lisa invites him inside, with the absence of the old man he can be free to do anything in his house, even inviting men who have been his affair.

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"Have you been all right?" caesar asked the old man. The car was traveling at a moderate speed under the dark night sky.

Mr. Arya smiled, glancing at the son-in-law sitting next to him.

"Well, Lisa took very good care of Dad. He never forgot to remind Dad to take the medicine. Maybe because I'm old, Dad's body is getting old." The old face looked happy, he was telling the truth. Lisa treated him well and attentively.

"Ah, thank God, but why do I feel that Dad's health is getting worse. Shouldn't we go to the hospital?" caesar's suggestion was anxious.

"No need, I still have the medicine. Doctors always routinely come to the house to check on Dad's condition," replied Mr. Arya dismissed the anxiety in Caesar's heart.

He sighed, if that's the way it means it's the age that's eating away at his health.

"Honey, we're going to the restaurant for dinner first. It felt like I had no appetite for food at home," Eva's pinta recalled her plan to expel Cempaka from Caesar's house.

"no need. Yudi must have cooked, I want to eat at home." Caesar refused to remember his request to Cempaka. Can't wait to get home and enjoy the girl's cooking even though it still doesn't suit her taste. It's okay, he'll eat it anyway.

Eva crossed both hands in the stomach, snorting as she turned to the window. What if the old man asked about Cempaka, especially when the woman had to sit at the dinner table with them. Her little brain was spinning around looking for reasons as well as answers to questions that had not even been questioned.

While at home, Cempaka just finished serving food on the table. He also managed to make desserts according to the recipe from the relic book of the mistress.

"You did it, Miss. It feels almost the same as the lady did. You are indeed amazing," praise Yudi in amazement with the woman.

He was young, but he was very persistent in doing things. Cempaka smiled, his cheeks blushing praised a chef who worked specifically in the house.

"Thank you, sir. I will clean myself first, maybe in a moment master will go home," said Cempaka while removing the apron and storing it.

"Please, Miss!"

Just as the woman was leaving, a message went into her phone. Asking Yudi to invite Cempaka to work together to keep his status a secret before Caesar's father.

"That's a pity, miss, but what can I do? That's the way." Yudi sighed, staring at the stairs where Cempaka had just passed by.

"Does Miss really have to wear maid clothes? It feels so outrageous. Why is madam so cruel?" yudi muttered after reading the messages Eva had sent him.

He went into the storage room, took the maid uniform with a heavy heart. Then sit down waiting for Cempaka to come down.

"Miss! Sorry if I'm sassy." Yudi immediately stood up when he saw Cempaka wearing a shirt and a trouser going down. He never tied his hair.

"Why, Sir?" Cempaka glanced at a cloth in the butler's hand unsuspectingly.

"I'm sorry, but this is an order from the madam that I cannot refuse. The great lord will come to visit this house, and the madam asks you to cooperate. Pretend to be a servant as long as master is here." With a heavy heart Yudi handed the uniform to Cempaka.

He accepted with trembling hands what it was to wear the clothes of a servant. However, unsurprisingly, Cempaka smiled and thanked the man. Then, turn around and go back to his room.

Cempaka leaned against the door, looking up to feel the pain in his heart. Many times he gulped saliva to moisten a dry throat.

"A little while I felt appreciated, but then it was thrown back. I was too high a judge of myself, but I knew I was just a slave." He wiped his tears, hurriedly changed his clothes.

Cempaka strengthened his heart to be able to accept the destiny he had to live. The woman scanned the appearance in front of the mirror, sighing deeply, bracing herself so that tears would not spill when faced with them.

He came out as soon as the roar of Caesar's car was heard in the courtyard. Yudi gulped, feeling sorry for the woman. But what can he do? Eva is the owner of the highest power in the house

those.

Cempaka tailed behind Yudi, walking with his head bowed towards the terrace welcoming Caesar's arrival. The man's forehead frowned, barely recognizing the figure of his second wife.

Holy hooch! Why is she dressed like a waiter? Did Eva ask for it?

The inner Caesar growled, not accepting that Cempaka was wearing the servant's clothes. He stared intently at the butler there, again helpless because Yudi must have only received orders.

"That's Lord Arya, Lord Caesar's father. The woman you saw when you first came here, was Mr.'s stepmother." Yudi whispered to tell Cempaka.

The woman's head looked up, staring at the old face that looked at least like Caesar's. Then, her eyes shifted to her husband. Cempaka gulped at the sight of a real threat in those two eyes. While Eva, smiling satisfied to see it.

You deserve to wear that outfit. In a few days' time, I'll see you wearing that maid outfit. Oh, thrilled. Now you know where you are.

Eva's heart cheered cheerfully, laughing at the servant-looking Cempaka.

"Welcome, Sir!" Yudi bowed followed by Cempaka who bowed behind him.

Cempaka's hand was stretched out to take Caesar's briefcase given by Arjuna. At a glance their eyes met, a sad look was cast on him. Caesar gulped, wanting to end all the drama, but was already drifting in it.

While holding the pain, Cempaka tailed behind them entering the house and continued towards the dining room. He does the job of a servant like everyone else. Serving Caesar, opening the dishes for him. The man deliberately touched Cempaka's hand while receiving a plate from her.

Cempaka rushed to run towards the back of the house after completing his duties as a servant. Sitting in a chair, crying bitterly.

"Miss!"